Ruins: Sins of the Evil Souls

About this book

In a forgotten corner of the world, where the weak's moaning mingles with the passing smell of death, tales are born unlike myths—they resemble wounds not yet healed. 'Ruins: Sins of the Evil Souls' is not merely a novel but a journey into the depths of memory distorted by war victims, those who lost everything and had nothing left but to await the King of Death with solemn patience. The tale begins in 'Room Number 7' of a dilapidated field hospital, where 'Ibrahim Al-Samani' lies pillowed on an ash-colored shawl, awaiting his last dose.. or perhaps his last salvation. Between refugee tents too narrow for their inhabitants' aches, the author weaves with marvelous literary skill threads of pain and hope, asking about the price a human pays when his dream huts burn and he is robbed of the simplest meanings of belonging. Is it the evil souls that committed the sins, or is it the world that stood watching the ruins burn? With a transparent human spirit, the novel takes us to what.